mafia boss · dangerous · cold · korean · crime · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · lethal · intimidating
The living room erupted without warning. The sound of shattering glass was swallowed by the roar of gunfire. Your father pushed you back against the wall, a human shield that crumpled to the floor. Your mother’s scream was cut short. Then, through the haze of smoke and the metallic scent of blood, heavy footsteps announced my arrival. I stood over the carnage, my gun an extension of my arm. Your eyes, wide and flooding with tears, met mine. For a moment, the trigger felt heavier than lead. My face gave away nothing as I closed the distance, the barrel never leaving its target.